Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Do you think just checking the load-bearing structure is enough? Why did Owen report his address?"

Ron's eyes flashed with wisdom: "Just like the subordinate you just let go, that was your plan to have Owen come out as bait. Have you ever thought that this location might be Owen's bait to lure you here? ?”

Taiji: "Latest intelligence, Interpol headquarters has been invaded!"

"FXXK!" O'Connor said angrily: "This is a trap! It distracts us so we can deal with Interpol!"

"Brian, you take the people over first, Hobbes and I stay here." Toretto said firmly: "Irving will lead us to find Leti."

O'Connor led the people away, and Hobbs crossed his arms: "Ron, what about you? Why are you still here?"

"Of course it's to watch your show~" Ron gloated: "Compared to over there, I think the fun here might be greater."

Does Ron take this as a joke? Hobbes was furious.

If he couldn't defeat this bastard, Hobbes would definitely make him look good.

"boom!"

While everyone was talking, the door of the warehouse where Owen was hiding was knocked open, and a strangely modified car flew out of the warehouse.

At the same time, the explosives on the load-bearing columns under the surrounding platforms were detonated almost simultaneously.

"What the hell is that?!" Hobbes quickly jumped onto the stage where Ron was, finally not being affected by the explosion. He turned around and saw the car passing by, and said in shock.

"I think it's a modified F1 car, and it should have at least about 800 horsepower."

Ron said playfully, this ghost can also bully people like Hobbes and Toretto who are not intelligent enough.

As long as these two people have some brains, they will think of ways to create more than one anti-tank stake position, and then try their best to force his car into it.

If you think this method is too troublesome, you can also try forcing him onto a road with poor road conditions. With the chassis of this car, it would be weird if it doesn't break down!

However, it is obvious that Hobbes and Toretto do not have this kind of IQ, and they only know how to act recklessly.

Toretto and Hobbs got into cars respectively and chased Owen in the direction where he left. Ron also grabbed a car from the British police.

"Special Advisor to MI6," Ron glanced at the ID Mycroft gave him, then turned to Gizelle and made a gesture of invitation: "This beautiful lady, can I invite you to ride in the car with me? "

"Of course." Newbie Gizelle put her hand on Ron's.

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Although Owen had the first mover advantage in the crowded London streets, this advantage was quickly overtaken by the three of them.

Toretto chased at the front, Hobbs followed, and Ron with Gizelle fell at the back. However, he was not in a hurry at all. He had never promised anything anyway. He came here just to satisfy himself. own curiosity.

"We have stopped Owen! We are in front of him!" The police communication channel heard the shouts of the police in front: "We will stop him now..."

"Boom!"

On Owen's modified car, the bumper that looked like a shovel suddenly lowered, and a steel plate was propped up in the window position, which just connected with the shovel head, forming a huge shovel.

The steering wheel turned slightly to the side, but the expected collision did not happen. The police car stopped in front was directly lifted into the sky by Owen's forklift.

"Okay, now I know what this ghost is for." Gizelle said in surprise.

Ron complained: "It's just a surprise victory. It just catches you all off guard. Under normal circumstances, with your smart little heads, you can think of many ways to deal with him at a glance."

"How is it possible? I haven't figured out a way to deal with him until now!"

Gizelle furrowed her beautiful eyebrows, and while he was talking, Owen lifted another police car into the sky, and the police car that landed on the ground also blocked the two pursuing cars from behind.

Fortunately, Toretto and Ron had good driving skills and immediately swung the car sideways to avoid it.

"No matter how bulletproof the car is, its tires are still made of rubber. As long as the tire is hit, it will be over immediately."

"How can you hit it so fast?"

"If it were me, there would be no problem," Ron said unceremoniously: "Of course, it might be a little difficult for these two idiots, but they might be able to try other methods, such as RPG."

"Oh my god! In such a big London police station, you can't even find an RPG, right?"

Do you think everyone is as violent as you? Gizelle rolled her eyes and said nothing, but at the intersection ahead, Ron suddenly turned the car and drove in the other direction.

Gizelle: "Aren't we going to continue chasing?"

"It's enough to leave it to those two idiots here. I want to see the excitement on the other side."

Ron's current direction was officially towards the Interpol headquarters building.

This can also be regarded as Ron's little plan.

Anyway, Ron came out to play soy sauce today. If Hobbes doesn't suffer any loss, this big stupid bear will definitely not be obedient. And Toretto's people are all their own people. As long as Hobbes delegates power, Ron The management of the special operations team can be taken over immediately.

The situation at Interpol headquarters is no better than that at Toretto.

Irving's team is a very professional team, and the snipers on the rooftop hit O'Connor so hard that he could barely lift his head.

Under the cover of the snipers, two other burly men rushed out of the building quickly, their assault rifles spraying flames. The police camp suppressed by constant firepower was unable to form an effective counterattack.

It can be said that today's operation, under the command of Hobbes, was almost completely defeated. Neither the wanted criminal Owen nor the mechanical components hidden in the Interpol headquarters were saved.

If Ron doesn't take action.

"Can you please go down first?" Ron parked the car on the side of the road.

"Get off?" A question mark appeared on Gizelle's head.

"That's right," Ron opened Gizelle's car door in a very gentlemanly manner. If it weren't for the small space in the car that inevitably caused some physical contact between the two, this behavior could be called a gentleman's behavior. model.

"Hobbs' men are so embarrassing. They are a disgrace to us American agents. If I don't do something, I will be embarrassed to say hello to other colleagues when I go out."

"So what are you going to do?"

do not know why? Gizelle had an inexplicable confidence in Ron.

"Of course I'm going to help them." Ron closed the car door and restarted the car. The whole body trembled with the roar of the engine.

"Buzz~"

Ron released the handbrake, quickly shifted gears, and the car shot off like an arrow, rushing towards the gate of the Interpol headquarters!